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.i want to scrape
the shell off the earth,
try and give birth to
mould it and feed it and let it
set out on its own to be
and now, bear cub
don't be so
they'll make good
money from mum's
claws and coat,
mount her head on the
wall by your
(always dreaming of a blind alley, and this is not a poem, just another ball of paper, throw me into the sun i want the last of the heat to be mine)
you bite the skin of
your lip, too
when you're nervous
or have nothing to
writing is starting
to feel a bit
like a disease -
just like your brother
you know you're
exactly the same
as him -
one that all the
words in the world
won't ever cure -
i'll just have to
get to know you
that way, i guess
no don't walk
i want the fox
to hunt the hound,
the badger to cull
(let's take a walk down memory lane, let's see if i can finally ditch you)
how you can make
all the animals
with one wave of
make them open
their throats and
and i think i will
find you sticking pins
through the webbing
of a bat's wing,
cross legged in
the garden with
the snake around
that's how i'd like
(the world will shift, a heart will break away from it's chest, tectonic)
words at me
(i bet the sheep don't lose a wink over the starving wolves, either)
this isn't something i can
sweat or starve out of me,
i'll have to write and it will
see i've often thought about
placing my head in the pestle
and mortar, i wonder if i could
grind out the hell inside, become
a red pulp on the worktop, and
even the oven keeps tutting at me,
it's so easy, just open the door
stick your hand in, feel his forked
tongue on your palm,
orange lover, you
and it's true
that the dead are never really
silent, they grunt and they groan
in their damp soil sheets,
toss and turn over
(fill the bath with water, and just drop me in it)
.i don't believe
that if you can dream it
you can do it,
cos i once dreamt that
i killed atlas,
i tore him limb from limb and then
i stabbed the globe he held,
and sometimes i get sad
about the children in the world
who will choke on all the words
that they'll never learn to speak,
and there's a baby somewhere gargling
the meaning of his life,
and he's a little bit upset that you
keep wiping it
(i have no words for you)
.some need to know life
like the beasts do, the heron
the stray dog the cobra the salmon
dead in it's stream,
but i want to shed out of my skin,
don't want to be no white ghost no more
and i met a magician, got rid of
the dirt in my mind,
pulled my memories out
of my temple like napkins,
made a mess i couldn't clean up
on the pavement outside, no tip for him,
you're gonna have to excuse
the mess in my soul, i wasn't
been pleading with words for an
explanation, came home late last night
smelling of someone else's ink,
i think i saw the light then but
i heard the darkness too, i kicked them
out, now it's just me and my
crazy i keep in a tank,
watch him grow limbs and climb out
over the side, and now sometimes
he sits on my lap and i stroke him,
but he's getting too heavy to hold and
he's starting to speak for himself,
says don't drink that be good
i need you and you need me and you
know it, i don't think you can ever
truly know someone until you can admit
to yourself t
.i walk into the garden at
3am, find death digging
his own grave in the middle
of my lawn, he says he's
dead to me now, he can
just feel it in his bones,
points at the mud and says
dirt is dirt
it can't pretend that it's
oh and i found that peg you lost,
it was under the conifer,
climbs in covers himself and leaves
me standing alone
(keeps sending me postcards, i wish you were here)
The PlaylistA group of us lying on the floor
in a too-small apartment
that can’t hold a fraction of our disorders
syndromes and symptoms
tucked under the kitchen sink
and in between self help books
and in the pages of love poetry
only half meant.
A group of us lying on the floor
wishing we could see the stars.
but thats not how the architecture
has been set up for us
we have to live our lives blinkered
from the celestial
but at least we have each other.
A group of us lying on the floor
letting music replace our immune systems
not caring if a misspent lyric saves us,
not caring if a dropped note kills us
we don’t care about anything but the floor,
these walls, these chains,
that sound so familiar in an acoustic’s voice.
A group of us lying on the floor
caring about nothing but the ceiling
thats blocking out the light.
Small as a Mouse (YouTube link included)When I was 13 my first counsellor asked me what animal I thought I was most like. A mouse. A dormouse, I said, because I sleep a lot. She laughed, and I laughed, and everyone in the gallery agreed how funny it was. It was true. I sleep all day because sleep is the natural anaesthetic and the only way I could numb the nerve endings crackling their anger through my brain.
No one ever asked me again. No one ever asked me why I was late for school every day, why I ignored alarms and never ate breakfast. They told me to buy a clock, buy another clock, buy a better clock. I did what I was told, like I always have, but it didn’t make a difference because at the end of the day, at the start of the day, I’d rather be asleep. Awake and arithmetic had nothing to offer me, just give me sleep. I’d skip classes and parties, miss birthdays and brunches, just give me sleep.
My friends were used to it, I ran on my own timezone, it became a personal joke. They laughed
ImpersonatorFor a while I've been thinking creating an account on FA, but now I've been informed that someone already took the name "Kawiko", and also have been pretending to be me and uploaded many of my drawings and commissioned works without any rights or permission.
Anyway, just wanted to inform that "Kawiko" on Furaffinity is NOT me. And wanted to ask for some help since I can't seem to find how FA works or how to report someone there.
It kinda annoy me that i'm not gonna be able to use the same name on FA. Oh well, I guess it's my fault for not creating an account sooner. But it's not much of a big deal anyway.
I'm still gonna make an account on FA eventually and post a link to my real account when I do. And my name won't be Kawiko
INK ANIMATED: Act III'm sure some of you remember the INCREDIBLE work done by Super3dcow for Act I of my graphic novel INK found here: http://youtu.be/XYTWDvEQ6rk And if somehow you aren't sure what INK is, you can read it here: http://tamberella.deviantart.com/gallery/32753874 (It is my ongoing graphic novel, currently on hiatus but WILL be taken off hiatus soon, read the whole journal for info).
The Act II animation has now been completed!
Click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLFh4XVCw4k to see the INCREDIBLE work done to make my graphic novel INK into an animated video.
Super3dcow has put SO much effort into these and I appreciate it so much. His work is phenomenal. Please go check out the video and all of his other work too! I was honestly on the edge of my seat watching the video and I knew exactly what was going to happen!
Now, I'm sure many of you are wondering about the fate of INK.
I don't want to be too specific becau
Fly little childChild of air and light
hiding within a cage
of leaves and twigs
why do you not rise?
One who hangs so near to the sky
has no right to neglect it
to return to the ground
and crawl amongst the worms beneath
like those you chose to rise above
like those who can only aspire
to be so near to the sky as you.
Child of feather and beauty
Hanging between wonder and despair
to do not hear the sound
of your wings' sadness
do you not hear how they weep?
How they beg for a return
for a chance
to bask amongst the clouds
for which they were meant to see.
Children of wonder and sunlight
will rise above your chains
of fear and hoplesness?
Rise and fly
above me , above the Earth
above all of us
and let us watch
from the shadows of your wings.
will you fly for yourself,
will you fly fo
you should be home by nowlast tuesday the house took my hand & said,
it's more of a hurricane than a fire
since he broke in & burned
but sometimes I see her with a lighter
& she finishes what he didn't do
(I think she's afraid
of settling in,
but last tuesday I realized that she kept the lights on
to frighten away the bridges & the people
so no one will come inside
& smash the teacups, steal the pipes
because since he burnt her beds out
no one lives there anymore
COMMISSION NEW PRICES-ClosedTerms and conditions-
-Please repect that i might have things to do or im just not into doing it right now so please, calm down and dont rush me, if you do i will refund half your commission.
-if i decline your commission do not get mad i just dont want to draw the most likey to be complex character you have requested.
-if i have forgotten to put your commission on my to do list please note me about it, but do not complain about it.
- IF you do not like your commission it will not be myfalut because you did not tell me how you wanted it, but if you did i will REDO it after you have proven to me you have asked it differently(such as the comment or via note)
-if i do your characters designs wrong tell me and i will see if i can fix it.
-Please do not try the "but i really wanted to commission you" or the "PLEASE DO IT FOR ME" thing, it will not work.
-Dont beg thanks.
-you must accept to the terms and conditions to get a commission. uvu
- If you cancel your commishon and I have
I am the moon walker,
the black coffee athlete
in the star-dotted evening gown.
I am young, but I feel old,
like an antique with
Sleep lives in my shadow,
a morphine caregiver
with gentle hands,
but I dare not fall into his arms.
There is a sad knowledge
in his eyes
that I do not trust.
You left me behind,
but my pillow still
smells like you,
and now my bed feels
like a fucking coffin
without you in it.
Nights like this
make me wonder
what it feels like to die.
It bothers me that
only the dead know,
and they refuse to share their secret.
One day I will find out
the truth for myself,
and that scares me.
Three a.m. teaches you
how to suffer quietly.
Sleep pulls on my sleeve
like a black-cloaked child.
He tells me everything will be alright
(but by morning, I know
he will be gone, and
I will be alone again).
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